Friday, May 11, 2018


I’m totally f-cked.
Last night I had the longest, scariest seizure of my life. What a night.
I took Atavan and went to bed expecting to wake feeling better… and I did feel better this morning until Dianne got up and I discovered I still couldn’t speak to her. All I could do was make sounds.
What to do. What to do.
I wrote to Dr.Shoja asking for advice. Perhaps a few days alone will settle me.
That’s two heavy seizures in a week after months and months without any seizures at all. I was just having the mildest ones imaginable and I was sure I was finished with them.
Last night, I felt hopeless and despondent. Thank God I feel decent today even though it means sign language and speaking with my app.
Just pooey.

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